Introducing the Timeline of DeviantArt!More Like This
Introducing the Timeline of DeviantArt!
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Triquetra 3I didn't expect to wake up, I didn't want to, everything hurt. To breathe, to move, to think. But to listen, it's what I could do with peace. I heard footsteps, sometimes talking. I heard shuffling feet. I felt a hand on mine, and lips pressed against my forehead. I felt someone's presence, and another person's presence as well.More Like This
"Cian, she lost lashings av blud... yer canny expect 'er ter recover in a day" a familiar female voice said and the grip on my hand tightened.
"Aye, oi nu... but 'tis been tree" Cian sad. I wished I could squeeze his hand back, but at that point the pain took over my body again and I passed out.
When I woke up again... the pain was gone, I felt... amazing... but I was stiff. Really stiff. I slowly checked to make sure I had functions over my fingers, hands, my arms, my toes, my feet, my legs, my neck, my mouth.... and then finally I opened my eyes. Everything seemed brighter, much brighter. I didn't like it. Everything looked foreign to... but I knew
Fire And Ice (Warren Peace X Reader)More Like This
Author's Note: Yes, I went with the cliché and made __y/n__ have ice/snow powers, sue me. IT'S CUTE DANG IT
"So, what's up with you and Layla, was it?" You asked curiously, sliding onto the bench beside Warren.
He raised an eyebrow at you. "Nothi-"
"Oh, hey cutie!" Layla said cheerfully as she sat to Warren's right. She twined their fingers together, and you raised an eyebrow right back at Warren, who looked just as confused as you. "I've been thinking about you, and how fun homecoming is going to be."
Understanding blossomed across your face as Will Stronghold, a new freshman and the son of the Commander and Jetstream, walked by with Gwen Grayson, who was undoubtedly the most popular girl at Sky High.
As soon as they were gone, Layla let her smile drop.
"Don't call me cutie." Warren warned, sending a quick burst of heat to his right hand and making Layla hastily pull her hand away.
You noticed and smacked him lightly on the shoulder. "What have I told you about bur
GOTG: You're Perfect To Me Rocket x Reader part 6You were frozen as Rocket had his arm around you. You had no idea what to do. Ok maybe I should… Wake up him up? But that’s too weird! Ah! But how else will I get out of this situation!? Maybe if I’m really sneaky I can take off his arm. You thought your plan was the best solution. You began to carry out your plan by turning slowly to face Rocket, but as you did his arm was now lying close to your chest. Man this is awkward. I do like him, but still. Next you began to scoot back. You thought your clever plan was working, until Rocket began to shift around and open his eyes. You blushed madly and held your arms close to yourself to cover your chest area.More Like This
He only looked at you those eyes that you adored. “Morning.”
“Uh yeah, good morning.”
“Did you sleep well?” He began to brush your arm with his hand.
“Yeah, I did. But…”
As you began your sentence, Rocket furrowed his eyes and l
Injured (NewtXReader) Pt. 7More Like This
Ben’s condition hasn’t gotten much better. But that’s expected since he’s gotten stung two days ago. He honestly looks revolting, his pale experience looking like all life has been drained out of him, his veins looking like green throbbing ropes on his body. Where he got stung is so purple and swollen.
Even you have to take a step out of the room to get away every once in a while. Last night you to the night shift, it’s Clint’s turn now. You sat on the stool next to Ben, tapping your foot as you look at a little note that Jeff and Clint left you. You’ve been alone all morning, except the loud snores that Ben occasionally blurts out.
They’re telling you the basics of how to treat Ben, which it irritating cause you already know, but Jeff and Clint are gonna be helping the Builder’s do some heavy lifting. Well actually that’s what they wrote, but doesn’t mean they are. They’re just gonna be there
Injured (NewtXReader) Pt. 6More Like This
You kneel down to Ben, who moaned in pain, trying to push away your aiding hands. "Where has he been stung?" You asked the surrounding Glader's.
Minho stepped forward, sweat drenching his shirt and pours from his face. "I caught the slinthead tryin' to climb one of the walls!" Minho shouted in outrage. "He slipped and landed on the ground, then that's when a shuckin' Griever shows up! The Griever practically took Ben away. This slinthead is lucky that I was there."
Jeff, Clint, Newt and Chuck finally made here one by one. Jeff and Clint kneel down around Ben checking his pulse and fever. Ben tried to push everyone away, wailing in pain. You shove his arms down onto his chest and looked back to Minho.
"That's an amazing story Minho!" You say with an angry force. "Now I could really use some useful information, by you telling me where he got stung!" Minho rolled his eyes, leaned down and lifted up his shirt.
It was so revolting, but you've learned how t
Injured (NewtXReader) Pt. 2More Like This
~Two days later~
You open your eyes, your vision blurred from sleep. The events of what happened to you comes to mind and you quickly sit up, heart racing. You swung your legs over the bed and stood up. A whine comes from your throat and you land on you knees, grabbing the cot for support. You left leg hurt so badly, tear began to well up in your eyes.
Jeff comes in and see you kneeling by your bed, he puts down whatever he was holding and walked to you. "Woah, woah..." He says putting his arms out to you as you try to get up. "Take it easy, shank." He says pulling you up by your arm. "You need to lay down." He helped you sit on your cot, yet you refused to lay down.
"You feeling okay?" He asked picking up something off the floor. You nod at absently as your gaze leads to Newt who lays on the bed, unconscious. "If you're w
Damn you Newt"I'm not jealous Newt!" You walked to the next tomato stalk and looked for ripe tomatoes for tonight's supper.More Like This
"Apparently so, since you keep giving me a dirty look whenever I'm around Teresa." Newt crossed his arms and grinned at you.
"Look Isaac what do I have to be jealous about? We have never shared any romantic interactions, so unless you thought of us in a dream once and are confusing dreams with reality..." You sighed and reached for a dark red tomato that was way up above your head. "My point being is that I cannot be jealous of you endangering a relationship we do not share."
Newt reached up and plucked the tomato and placed it in your basket. With a sad smile he looked into your eyes with a deep look of... Love? No you were thinking into this way too much.
"It could be a relationship if you wanted it to be, love..." Newt stepped closer and grasped your dirt encrusted hand with hope.
"I... Ah. Well that's... Not what I expected." You looked at his hand entwined with yours with
Jaws of Death (Owen Grady - Reader) - Part 3More Like This
Isla Nublar, Costa Rica - After the Indominus Rex break-out
'You're bleeding,' Owen stated, looking at you worriedly after you had both crawled from underneath your car. He reached his hand out to you and softly laid it on your shoulder, looking at the large cut on the back of your arm, the sleeve of your jacket ripped to shreds.
You saw the blood dripping down your hand and nodded, feeling no pain whatsoever - there was too much adrenaline flowing through your veins.
The Indominus Rex had scratched your arm, but you had been injured enough times to know that this wasn’t anything serious. As Owen inspected the wound, he confirmed it would probably heal within days. You quickly patched yourself up with the emergency kit in your car and rushed over to one of the other cars parked in front of the paddock.
'Hang on,' Owen stated, hitting the gas and racing back towards the control room.
This was bad.
This was really, really bad.
You had to stop th
GOTG: You're Perfect To Me Rocket x Reader part 5~The night you and Rocket were going back to the shipMore Like This
“You’re never gonna catch up to me!”
“Oh yes I will!”
You were currently racing to the Milano with your special friend, Rocket. After kicking butt in the shot contest, you and Rocket celebrated by having more drinks. Did you regret it? No. Will you regret it in the morning? Definitely. Right now you were having a blast trying to run to the Milano. You guys began getting closer to the ship.
“Hey! Look! It’s the Milano!” You said yelling.
“Home!” Rocket yelled back.
You ran inside giggling as Rocket followed behind. “Yay! I won!” you said doing a little victory dance.
“That’s only… because… I... let you,” Rocket said between breaths.
“Nope! Don’t try to make up an excuse for your lost,” you said.
“(y/n)? Why are you home so late?” You turned to find a worried looking Star-Lord. “And you,
GOTG: You're Perfect To Me Rocket x Reader Part 3Hey guys! Sorry I took so long long to upload this chapter and sorry that it's short. I wanted to upload another part that was suppose to be in this chapter, but I wouldn't have time to write the other half of that part because I have to go to a dance performance in about an hour and a half. That and I also wanted to update this story today. I'll try uploading the next one as soon as I can. I've been pretty busy with school stuff too. I hope you all like it, thanks!More Like This
You were on your way to Knowhere to eat. Right now, you were the one who was flying the ship. Usually you and Peter would take turns flying, but on days you guys were lazy you would just set the ship on autopilot. This time you felt like flying the ship. Man I'm so hungry. You began to hum 'C'mon Eileen' which was one of the songs from Radical Mix Vol. 1 (Check the description below for the link to the songs). Before you left Terran, your brother gave you a mix tape with songs both you and him liked
Hypothetically (Draco Malfoy X Reader)More Like This
Draco gritted his teeth, aggressively chopping a piece of ginger in an attempt to distract himself.
He was getting seriously annoyed.
__y/n__, his crush, whom he had no right to be possessive over but was anyway, was talking to Potter.
Stupid, annoying, everyone’s-hero Potter.
It really shouldn’t have made him as angry as it did; you weren’t dating, you didn’t know of his feelings, you didn’t even talk to each other that often.
But still, it did.
He wanted to walk right up there, kick Potter out of his chair, and kiss you senseless.
Which, in all honesty, was a terrible plan. But his anger was growing and growing, and his idea was seriously seeming like the best option as you laughed at something Potter said, your cheeks going slightly pink and your eyes sparkling.
He wanted to be the one to make you laugh, he wanted to be the one to make you blush, he wanted to be the one helping you make your potion, he wanted to sit next to you, he just wanted to
36] BirthTobias sat in the hospital lobby with his head in his hands, fighting dizziness and nausea as he waited for someone-anyone-to bring him news. He was escorted from the delivery room when he fell up into the ceiling. Vertigo did not mix well with his gravity control.More Like This
He was grateful he was no longer burdened by his demon at least; the stress he felt now would surely have brought Mr. Smiley to life.
He forced out a shaky breath as he raised his head to look at the clock for the twelfth time. His hands felt empty and useless as they grappled with each other. He wished he had something to do.
He’d tried reading, but he could only stare blankly at the pages before tossing the magazine aside. He’d tried pacing, but the movement made his vertigo even worse. He wanted to be by his wife’s side, but he knew that would only make things worse for everyone.
The double doors nearby opened. Tobias jumped at the sudden motion, and began to float away like a holiday blimp. The nurse wh
CynicsJohn: So how do we do this? Just, start talking and…More Like This
Elsa: Whenever you’re ready just go ahead, and I’ll ask you some questions. It’s up to you whether or not you want to answer them.
John: What do I start with?
Elsa: With whatever you want. Whatever you feel is most appropriate.
John: Well, you should probably know that I’m only here because my mother wants me to talk to you. I honestly don’t think I need it, but my mother said that my job covered the insurance fee so what was the loss.
Elsa: There’s no shame in coming here, John. There’s no judgment here. Just honesty.
John: Yeah. Well, my name is John, but of course you already knew that. I work at the National Bank. I’m a treasurer, good with money and numbers and keeping stock of things. Ah…I vote democrats. I spend a lot of time with my family. Single.
Elsa: Who do you spend time with in your family?
John: Mother. And my younger brother and sister. Especially my younger
Shyla's MemoriesHerman remained a mystery to Shyla despite working so closely with him for the past two weeks.More Like This
She had first noticed him lurking in her front yard, and had approached him with curiosity; he seemed friendly enough, despite his somewhat abrasive personality, and they had become close friends very quickly. She was impressed with his natural aptitude for technology, but he explained that gnomes were keenly interested in anything new.
Herman was a garden gnome, complete with white beard and red hat; of course Herman refuted the ‘garden’ part, since that was stereotyping, but he dealt with the title as best he could.
“Calibration for the energy-consumption is off by point-seven-three-three percent;” Herman commented gruffly as he examined the rocket-propelled boots Shyla was designing; “you’ll be plummeting to a gruesome death if you try them right now.”
Shyla held out her right hand to one of the boots and a holographic display appeared over her wri
The Rotting Man (Part 1) "This is how you get yourself dead, my friend," the shambling figure in front of me said, its figure barely visible in the bleak darkness of the night. I froze by the wall, too terrified to move or plan anything effectively. I stood there, sweat pouring down my face despite the damp coolness of the night, horrified and recalling how I ended up here in the first place.More Like This
It happened earlier today, when my friends and I swapped stories about local ghost stories and legends, with the usual trite stories about vampires, rumours about serial killers hiding inside people's cars, haunted houses, variations of Bloody Mary or some stupid school game where this guy had to chant some stupid verse and perform a certain task and hope they don't get chased by the ghost itself, or some stupid story about a guy hanging out by the graveyard for whatever reason and gets terrorized by restless spirits, stuff like that.
"You guys heard about The Rotting Man?"
The Rotting Man (Part 3) "Hellooo?" Seth called out as he cracked the factory's doors open.More Like This
"Oh, good job, Seth," I groaned. "Alert that thing that we're around, will you? Just brilliant, bro. Just freakin' brilliant."
"Whatever, man," he said dismissively as he walked into the factory, flashing his torch light around. "I want him to know we mean business."
I rolled my eyes. "You mean you mean business, Seth. Let's all shout and run around and get the attention of a some monster, who, by the way, moves really fast, and should I remind you, is a cannibal?"
"Hey, come on now," Alaina said. "There's no need to fight, guys."
"She's right," Jamal agreed, trying not to look to anxious himself. "The sooner we stop arguing, the sooner we can get this over with, and go home and tell people about that it's all a myth."
"It's not a myth, you guys," Seth insisted, his face visibly irritated even in the pitch black darkness of
The Rotting Man (Part 4) "Man, what's taking him so long?" I complained, looking up towards the stairwell we came from earlier.More Like This
"I don't know," Seth replied, looking at his watch. "Let's go upstairs and tell him to hurry up."
"Right," Alaina said, "let's go then."
But as soon as we stepped on the first steps on the stairwell, Alaina heard something that made her stop. "Hold up, guys," she whispered,
her hand blocking us from proceeding. "Hear that?"
"Heheheheheheheheheheheheh," a faint cackling voice came from upstairs, followed by a faint skittering noise, and we stood there, numb with shock and surprise, until the noise became inaudible.
"Oh my god," I whispered. "He's real."
"Did you guys hear that?" Seth spoke up, his face clearly excited by the turn of events. "I knew it! I knew the Rotting Man's real! Guys, this is so cool!"
"You idiot!" Alaina exclaimed. "If he's real, that means Jamal's in dan
The Rotting Man (Part 2) As soon as darkness descended upon our town, our little group of four reached the industrial complex, slowly driving around the area, trying not to draw attention to ourselves from the disinterested industrial workers and security guards populating the area. As we drove even more, the industrial complex became even more desolated and dilapidated, with empty, gutted out buildings and untended plants becoming even more commonplace as we progressed.More Like This
We stopped the car next to an abandoned soda factory, and got out.
"This is it," Seth, the one who introduced us to the legend said.
"Are you sure this is the factory?" I asked, since there are at least a dozen factories in the area that fit his story's description.
"I think it's this one," he said excitedly, turning on his flash light, which provided us with a degree of light, which is badly needed as the street lights on the streets are barely working, and the factor